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[Exit, with Page.]
EVANS
I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave mine host.
CAIUS
Dat is good, by gar; with all my heart! [220]
EVANS
A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries!
Exeunt.
Scene IV IT
Enter Fenton and Anne Page.
FENTON
I see I cannot get thy father’s love;
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.
ANNE
Alas, how then?
FENTON
Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object I am too great of birth,
And that my state being gall’d with my expense, [5]
I seek to heal it only by his wealth;
Besides these, other bars he lays before me −
My riots past, my wild societies −
And tells me ’tis a thing impossible
I should love thee but as a property. [10]
ANNE
Maybe he tells you true.
